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He doesn’t want to think about his mother and that cramped house now, though, because Mel is squirming in his lap, rubbing herself into his erection through their underwear. She has her eyes closed, lips puckered.

Frank pulls at her hair. “So sweet,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of her neck. “So fucking sweet for me, sweet girl.” He can’t stop saying it, because it’s true. Mel tastes so much like sugar he had her get tested for adult-onset diabetes. She’s fine; she’s perfect.

Mel gasps, stuttering against his dick, slumping forward so she can put her hips backwards and catch him in all the best spots. He feels her, wet, through the fabric, so slick between her and him. Frank reaches between their bodies, thumbing at her, rubbing. It’s not long before she turns over, tightening up as she comes, and—laughs.

Mel laughs when she comes.

Frank thrusts up into her. “Feels good, baby, right?” he says, feeling like he could bust himself, though he bites it back.

“Yeah,” Mel says breathlessly, in between giggles.